I'd heard it said that there's a 'club' in town, that's good for people who are looking for a certain 'something.' As for what that 'something' is—it'd been said that they can supply anything and everything a client might want.
I hoped so.
The club itself was hidden away, past the residential sections, through strange commercial lanes and nestled between strip malls, off the highway. The building itself was a nondescript one story brick building with an open-air parking lot. There: a tall bouncer stood, attentive; he'd looked to be a giant bear in a leather jacket, huge paws stuffed into his equally huge pockets. The lot itself is surrounded in fencing, only one entrance in or out.
Approaching the big bouncer, he stared down at me.
"Can I help you?"
"Here to visit the Fox's Den."
He shined me a big toothy bear grin. "Sure thing. Step right in," he gestured back. Behind him, a pair of commercial steel doors.
Once I got past the doors there was a dingy staircase—neon lights showed me just enough to see my feet and where I was walking to. The stairs turned and led to a landing, proof to the Den's size. There was a counter, a few computers set up, and a lovely attendant: a young vixen with bright green eyes and a ready smile was sitting, inspecting her own fluffy tail.
"Welcome to the Fox's Den. Can I help you find something?" she asked, sounding chipper.
"I'm looking for something special. I hope you can accommodate."
She smiled wider, her tail twitching. "Well, we have some very special services here. But... I think I might be able to help you with what you're looking for. What are you interested in?"